i am affecting

5/23/06 11:09 pm

Here are some pictures from Graduation PCP 2006: The Apocalypse.

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3/28/06 03:08 pm

I often seek out my academic advisor whenever I need his signature. I usually tell him what's up and what I'm doing, why I need what I need and why I need it now. I think he likes me most of the time, but sometimes he thinks I'm "an embarrassment to the academic pursuit of intellect."
Today my academic advisor told me a little bit about my origins and my tenuous grasp on time. He says:

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When I first met Cesar I thought he was an ethnic type, probably from some small country in South America, and had lived in Florida for a few years. In the years that I’ve known him I have formulated a hypothesis that Cesar is in fact from the planet Xenon sent here either to save the planet or to confuse the hell out of him. The thing about Cesar is that deadlines always sneak up on him. Every time, consistently, without fail, he will have a small panic attack when he realizes something is due. Don’t get me wrong, I like the consistency of his surprise. I like this about Cesar.

Tags: sic

2/23/06 02:41 am

I miss these

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnGmfr5vY64

http://www.youtube.com/?v=3gkjUg22mGM

Current Music: scar | be prepared

2/9/06 04:26 am

hey internet friends & friends on the internet. My friends have been having parties. I've been taking pictures. There are a lot of pictures after the jump--about 100000 words' worth.

( weekends and bleak days )

I originally wanted to make a post about the song I'm listening to. I've had it for about a week + I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I was going to write about Rihanna's previous incarnation as Beyoncé the Lesser + how this track sounds like the American pop industry's response to Rachel Stevens + Girls Aloud. I wrote something out a few times, and ended up deleting it. I meant to putz around on the internet for a few minutes before falling asleep. I just found something similar to what I almost wrote in here in an mp3 blog. I feel so relevant to culture these nights.

Current Music: rihanna | s.o.s.

1/29/06 04:20 pm

my roommate nikki had a wall
( and )

Tags: picture post, wall

Current Music: marvin gaye | got to give it up

1/28/06 09:12 pm

my friend jasmine had a wall
( and )

Tags: picture post, walls

Current Music: kelley polar

1/16/06 08:44 pm

This is my third year in college, meaning my third year in Sarasota. Until recently I've spent most of these three years on campus complaining about it, but last week I got a job at Starbucks in downtown Sarasota. My newfound employment affords me the opportunity of spending a few hours off campus making dollars. (q) And you know what I like most about working? (a) The fine ass people that lose their way and wander in sometimes.

Speaking of work and fine ass people, I've been thinking about Eamon a lot lately. Wiping counters + steaming milk are both amusing tasks when you wonder WWED. What would Eamon do upon seeing fine ass people? I think he would sing about it. My song has mostly one line, "you fiiiiiiiiineeeeeeeee-uh" which is repeated as much as the person is fine--I think that's what he would do. I sing silently while I'm being paid, but once I leave + I'm in the privacy of my car I sing aloud. Yesterday I was caught singing by a group of skateboarders as I slowed down for a red light. Shit! I thought I was dead, but then I remembered that skateboarding is stupid + nonthreatening.

Guys, I don't think the song I'm listening to is very techincally good but not in the sense of it being aesthetically outstanding; it's probably well-crafted, if that. It sounds like an indiedanceparty explosion or like it's filled with empty signifiers. Some might say that's redundant.

Tags: eamon

Current Music: the automatic | recover

Current Mood: i'ma miss you girl

1/9/06 05:23 am

back2school
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Current Music: sneaker pimps | one method

12/27/05 03:09 am

I went to a bonfire tonight. After I came home from the bonfire I shed the layers + debated whether or not I should cook some rice and beans. I heard a loud sound outside my window, so I thought someone was trying to break in my car/house. I opened the window and a loudass blast went off at which point I flipped my shit and had a bunch of thoughts

"oh god, i'm gonna die"
"ugh what is this? ughhh"
"holy shit! he's inside the house!"
"FOREIGN INVASION!"

My sister woke up, went downstairs and deactivated our house alarm. When the alarmpeople called, she told them that her brother had opened the window because he didn't know they couldn't be opened when the alarm was activated.
What I've learned from all this is that I am mortal, that my alarm sounds like warning siren, that I'm the villain, and that I am the foreign invasion. I am still hungry, but it's too late to cook. I am going to have some Baked! Crunchy Cheetohs. Have you had those? They are amazing!

( bbbbonfire )

I just remembered the last time I scared myself. I was driving on the highway going somewhere between 70 and 80 miles an hour when I heard someone knocking on my car (seriously, like "knock, knock, knock") + I almost swerved to my death. The only thing I could think off that would knock on a car going that fast was that one monster in a Simpsons episode
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It was so horrifying. I was probably listening to The Gossip's new album Standing In The Way Of Control which I think is amazing + have been listening to incessantly for the last few weeks.

Current Music: destroyer | rubies

12/20/05 12:34 pm

Judging a book by its cover is probably not the way to get smart. Similarly, judging a song by its title is not the way to get sattisfaction. I develop obsessions that come and go quickly and usually I just think about them and do nothing (See tattoos, dropping out, internet crushes). Just now one of these obsessions translated into action + I took the plunge. Let me tell you about it.

I sometimes decide I like songs without knowing anything about them. Like that My Humps song, which I liked both before and after I heard it. Yesterday, I think, I decided I loved the song Pon de Replay and I actually had some internal dialogue--where the voice of my conscience/mind/whatever was Janeane Garofalo-- "How could you not love this song? This is what you are all about!" and I actually sought it out and listened to it. I'm heartbroken now. It's so shitty! Why!

someone holding nikki

i miss you friends and i also miss you roommates

Current Music: celia cruz | la negra tiene tumbao

12/4/05 04:23 pm

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Current Music: dave chapelle

12/3/05 06:35 pm

I had a nice birthday party last night.
This is a picture post. The pictures in this post chronicle my day.
( PICTURES )

Tags: birthday

Current Music: placebo | come home

11/30/05 01:54 am

I have to start and finish two papers tonight, but I'm not panicking yet, so I don't feel any motivation to get started. I hope I can stay awake long enough to transition into P-mode (panic paper production). I thought I'd come here and ask you how you're all doing. how are you doing? Seriously, in one or two words, how are you doing? Is life going okay, great, mediocre? please please please tell me. I want to hear all about it.

My life is going okay. I've had a stomach ache all day, and I think it has something to do with something that happened to me last night. I woke up this morning with chocolate all over my hands, between my fingers, and encrusted under my fingernails. I'm pretty sure I sleep-ate last night, since there was a jar of Nutella next to my bed the brown stains on my hand tasted like hazelnut. I have a couple problems with this incident. First, I think I should be able to control my eating habits, and not allow them to control me. I almost feel like a criminal pleading temporary insanity. Second, my stomach hurts. What the fuck? How do I wake up in these situations?

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Look, all these people will be celebrating their birthdays in the coming week.

We're turning 21, 21, 20 and 18 respectively. I am having a party for all of us this Friday at 930PM in my room, Goldstein 307. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the idea of having a birthday party as such, especially since all our birthdays are on different days, so we'll have a fake mustache party.
What you do is show up wearing a mustache that is not real.
I would love it if you came, guys.

love love love,
cesar

Current Music: the rinse | young offender

11/24/05 02:04 pm

TO THE GUY IN THE PICK UP TRUCK BEHIND ME BETWEEN I-75 MILE MARKERS 98 AND 96,

Hey, you probably don't know me by name, but you definitely know my work (you might have your own name for me, e.g., That Asshole Who Pissed On My Car Sometime Around 11:30 Last Night). See, I really had to go--a consequence of the espresso drink I had consumed earlier--but I was driving by myself + I'm really scared of Nowhere, Fl, especially being brown and queer + I didn't want to stop. So I pulled down my pants + went a full venti. I didn't want that much piss just hanging out in my cup holder, so I dumped it out. I'm really, really sorry about your car, sir.

Sincerely,
Cesar

I was listening to a song called No. 1 while this was happening.

Tags: waterworks

11/14/05 04:28 am

Manners and Communication

Colombians (like most South Americans) are much less direct than North Americans and Northern Europeans. Reading between the lines is a must when talking to Colombians, as they tend to be the type of people that go out of their way to avoid offending someone. Among close friends and family, however, the opposite is true, and can become shockingly direct when confidence is developed. Colombians use less mannerisms than most Latin Americans, and they tend to stand at a greater conversational distance than their Latin neighbors, which creates the false impression among other Hispanics that Colombians are cold, snobbish, or unfriendly. They aren't really like that at all.

Current Music: the strokes | juicebox

10/29/05 02:44 pm

( scott's wall )

Current Music: the legends || public radio

9/19/05 12:04 pm - weekends and weekends

dear affecting reader,
Since I finished my paper with time to spare, a full three hours to spare, I decided to treat myself to a livejournal entry. Sarasota has been really good lately, but I am not any less homesick/people sick than I was upon arrival. I'm lucky if I can get more than three hours of sleep per night, as my workload and insomnia contrive to fight my sanity by attrition. It's fine because I couldn't think of better people with whom to share this, though that could be a symptom of the crazy.

sarasota